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Travelling.. seems like I get too much of it nowadays

Been long since I travelled in an unreserved compartment. I didn't get tickets to the direct train from Visakhapatnam to Chennai. So I got up on Sunday morn with some last minute packing left, had lunch and boarded an express from Visakhapatnam to Vijayawada, in the general compartment. One had to use a lot of strength to climb into the compartment in the first place. But I was one among the first so lucky for me I got a seat. It was a three seater seat with 4 women and a kid on it. I was sitting between this girl with her son and another lady. This was the beginning of the journey. The kid was cute and she was fun to play with. But her mother was tired. This kid didn't help either finally she ended up fizzing Miranda on everyone around. The lady next to me had been travelling since the night before. She didn't have breakfast so she bought some food. It was very crowded and she ended up spilling some curd all over. And I was sitting right in between. Soon enough both of the

A Christmas

23rd was a lonely Sunday and I cried that I was all alone in a lonely hostel and much lonelier campus. Everyone home and so should I be, but I had to wait. Painstakingly slow it was. And I packed my bag on the Christmas Eve. And Christmas ? Christmas was a beautiful day. I woke up at 5 30 in the morn and walked into the morning mist. Yes my campus is beautiful, especially on a cold December morn with mist and snow all over. You can’t see anything in front of you and you can’t see anything behind. It was all an eerie white fog. I took the 6 30 train to Chennai central and met my mom and sis and began my day long journey with them back home. I talked I slept I woke up to eat and talked more. And finally reached home at 12 in the night. After spending 3 days at home. I have one more day left. And again on Sunday I’ll be on a train back home, home to campus. Wish I could stay longer here though. But I’ll be with friends for New Year. Any plans anyone ?

I m boREd

LaChayim, LaChayim to Life To Life, to Life LaChayim .

Sullen Spendour

silken hues slipping time memories and memoirs

Ooh Aah Let the music PLAY

You should check out the Out of Home entertainment system in the Westside. Found it cool.

The !3th Floor

While I was in Bangalore, I caught up with an old friend from home. We haven't seen each other for about two and a half years and it was nice to catch up on everything (even though we are in constant touch through gtalk :) ) This was his first time in Bangalore and though not my first I didn't know much either. We decided to go to M G Road and Brigade Road. Took an auto from Forum and landed up in Garuda Mall. Went up and down Garuda Mall till we got bored. So I was like what are we going to do now. Since it was lunch time and he was hungry he said he'll catch some lunch. Where do we grub? The 13th floor he says. I assumed it was the name of restaurant. So where is it ? He doesn't know but on the 13th floor he says. Overlooking the entire city, its got an amazing view he says. So it's not the name of a restaurant ? No and he doesn't know the name he says. But he knows its somewhere here he says. How does he know about it ? His friend showed him the building h

Waking up sleeping fisH

Do fish sleep ?? Yes Do fish sleep with their eyes open ?? Yes Actually, they don't have eye lids, only a membrane. Or rather they have transparent, always-closed eye lids. But they do sleep. To wake up a sleeping human Now we human beings can close our eyes but not our ears. So our ear can hear but our brain cuts it out when we sleep. So, it is possible that our neighbour can scream and the scream can reach the brain and shake up the senses and wake a person up. But any amount of visual impact in front of a sleeping person cannot wake him/her up as the eye lids are closed. To wake up a sleeping fish BUT, fish cannot close their eyes. So technically if we show some disturbing visual stuff to sleeping fish it must reach the brain and shake it up and wake up a fish, right ? Waking up a mermaid Now that's interesting. May be she has a pair of batting eyelashes with her eye lids, and also membranes. Lucky her. :)

The IITs and other ‘Indian Institutes’

This is an article that I had sent The Hindu. It never got printed :( . It was a long time ago and I felt that since it's been written it might as well be published, wherever :) The sound of “IIT” rings a bell in the minds of most students in class 11 or 12, all most all across the country. The awareness level is fascinating considering we still have millions below poverty line who do not have basic education facilities. This is the effect of the brand name. My article today is in reference to the article “IIT model ought to be replicated” by Prof Shreesh Chaudhary, in the Open Page (15th July) . As the professor stated, we can have “a hundred IITs, teaching arts, business, humanities, sciences and engineering.” Actually we do have, not hundreds but a good number. IIT, as we all know, stands for the Indian Institute of Technology. We also have a variety of other Institutes; equally known ones like the Indian Institute of Science and the Indian Institute of Management, and lesser kn

When you think

You've respected them all your life. Suddenly the respect grows to infinite bounds Life looks good and it makes you wanna think about one year from now. Too many insecurities. Too many uncertainties. Too much of restlessness. You know they are too stud to be with you. That's where the insecurity creeps in. There will be a day when you are on the stage and pushed by a lot of expectations from everyone around you. And you know as you stand on that stage you cannot perform. You knew it all along. But you still will go ahead with the performance. Or rather try. The result. You don't even want to think about it.

A moment to RemembeR

The waves are crashing against the rocks. The roar of the wind and water is deafening. She gazes at all and remembers. The sky is filled with fluffy clouds and she dreams those beautiful dreams. Gently she remembers the lovely thoughts that bring a smile upon her face, the sky clears away and the sun shines in the bright blue sky. Many sweet memories; a written article , a sudden encounter with a long lost friend , a birthday gift , the funny tales of trouble , those celebrity to be ideas , the birthday of her baby , a new place , the butterflies , a birthday with two cakes , the teasing times , the rain , the party , something new , all of them memories just bring a smile . As the thoughts of the past flickered, a few too many sad times occurred. Yes, she had her share of tears too. The sky clouds with dark grey clouds. The sea is rough and the waves splash at her feet. Calm and serene still, she looks skywards. A droplet falls on her cheek from the heavens and yet another from her ey

HuH ! My 99th !!!

I like the number 99 :) Well, I was thinking. Now that my 100th is coming I need to thank everyone for it. And then follow Nimit here with all his psuede puts of global tracking and stuff. I don't have so much to say. Well, I do thank everyone who has ever commented on my blog, sincerely and honestly. Like I already posted, without your comments my blog would have never made it to the 100th (or 99th or the filmfare award :P ) I also would like to thank everyone who has inspired me. And a lot of blah blah blah. I really meant the blah stuff. but it sounds so blah when written :P .. too cliche I guess. But I shall write a 100th post. In a slightly different way. How? I dunno yet. But it shall be a post I'll never forget. Let's see what comes up.

Comment Plz

Yes... please do comment after reading this post... Why would I want you to do that ? Because that's why we have a blog, to see comments... to feel good that people do read your non sense and actually have something to say about it. You wait for comments, you ask for comments, you reply to comments and they the essential life behind the blog itself. I have seen blogs that have posts and posts and no comments and finally it goes down and has no more posts. A once upon time boring rather dull blog is revived once comments start pouring in. It's the activity. In real life too... Would you be alone? or would you rather live when you know your existence matters to someone, even if its just in a small way ( positive or negative :P ) ? You might retort immediately by saying I'd rather be alone. Yes, I began a blog once thinking that no one should know it's me. Infact that's what my about me says. Now when I read my about me it's LOL max. Infact, I m 'crazygal'

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My First Header

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Checked out my google reader today morn to find czar's new header . And I wondered why I never had a header. So to test how the header looks I arbitly put a pic. It looked pathetic coz the header was a huge image in itself. I looked at my cell : 9.00. I decided to put 30 mins and see what I can come up with. And this is what I have: which you would have already seen incase you came upto my page unless of course you are on google reader too. Now as usual this is gonna be my new craze and I ll keep changing it every week. But I have end sems (read as majors, or =externals, or wateva) starting tomorrow. So I shouldn't come up with anything until 30th Nov. Lets see. ( and btw I changed my template yday night for all those google readers so please do drop by ) HERE'S TO MY FIRST HEADER !!! ( technically not since I had a stupid trial hader which you would have seen in case u visited my site between 8.45 and 9.45 today morn whic I believe is highly unlikely) update: newer header

How lame can one get ??

Status msg : Incase of utmost boredom and urge to get bugged and pained, ping me and hear me crib about the avalache of exmas that are ahead which I believe are trivial in your case.. Incase of just utmost boredom read this : http://slishacrazy.blogspot.com YOU THINK IT'S LAME ? Muahaha: thats a lame status message btw :) Crazygal: thanks for the comment Muahaha: you dont think so? Crazygal: i jus put what i was thinking Muahaha: thats ok but dont u think its lame? Crazygal: nope Muahaha: :) Crazygal: i m not as witty as you are am i ?? Muahaha: things can be non-witty and non-lame like serious things smart things okay things but your status message is just lame :) Crazygal: neither am i serious nor am i smart i m jus a pained soul Muahaha: not talking about you lol i am talking about your status message Crazygal: more like myself aint it ?? Muahaha: it it had been i wouldnt have commented on it :) you are capable of better status messages than this

MuaHAhahHahhaHa.............

A good guy and the bad guy The devil and the angel Inside your head Movies eh ? Watching too many movies ? Inside your head Open your mouth Words don't get out Inside your head Eyes flicker Between right and left (wrong?) Inside your head Huh! Gone mad Agitated thoughts Inside your head

I haVe beTTEr thiNgs tO DO

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How would you feel invaded by a giant smiley ?? Ironic isn't it ??

Sometimes jus Smile

Walking out of my hostel I pulled my jacket closer. It was freezing. Unbelievable that Chennai can be so cold. People were lingering outside hostel and there was a lot of lively chatter. I had come out for a hot cup of coffee. Walked into the food court and ordered for a cup. On second thought I made that two; one cup has never been enough. Sitting down by myself, I looked around and noticed that there was no familiar face. Weird! I usually run into a lot of people. But then the lively chatter is always familiar. I have always loved the sound of people around me. The food court was much warmer than the open air and the coffee was very hot. Soon enough I felt hot in my jacket, but didn’t take it off. Finished my coffee in utter quietness and walked out. As soon as I went out into the open, the freezing air hit my face and it felt cold. The little sweat on my forehead felt colder. I stood there for a second, took off my jacket and let myself feel the chill. Looking around I found the are

LOCKED!!!

LOCKED LOCKED LOCKED !!! I HATE LOCKED DOORS.. I WAS BREAK THEM ALL OPEN...

So they all say...

They said you can do it. They said it doesn't matter They said few years from now that is the last thing you'll think about They said once you get it all the matters is that you are in They said now one will question But then I was questioned They said it will last only for a month at max They said it wouldn't matter after that They said it's all worth it They said it They said it over and over again And then what happened ? My first interview First question : What's your JEE rank ? Second question : 1st attempt or 2nd attempt ?

The Man who Stared !!

It was the stare. The long and steady stare. The fearless challenging stare. It's just the stare. It defines him. I was looking at him. And looking at those he was staring at. They had to summon a lot of courage to talk simple words to him. They seemed to be scared of him. Seemed to look up to him in awe. No, the stare was not cruel. Neither was it arrogant. It wasn't menacing. It was far from anything that's remotely scary. It was truthful. Ah! But I was a little girl then. Little did I know that truth was what men feared most. That truthful stare of righteousness mirrors a man who can do no wrong, and who will accept with humility if he ever does. There they were men who have been always polite, who assume roles of kind duties. There they were, struggling to summon courage. No, they had not made a mistake. No, they did not cheat. No, they had nothing to fear. But still they did. They feared that stare. I remember that day in detailed memory,of the man who stared. Aand so

Missing

Its amazing how you can speak right to my heart Miss that. Miss every little part of it. How much you loved your best friend and now you miss the telepathic conversations.

THE trip

We had an industrial trip to Greaves Cotton (15mins from main gate) today. Nice place. Small but I liked it. the eve: My room was stuffed. Apart from the fact that the 8x10 ft room is small enough, I had sirisha in with her huge bean bag and roomie in on my football bag. I was on the bed, or rather one half of the bed. I love it when it's stuffed. Dunno when I crashed. the day : Next I know it was 8 15 when I woke up. I was startled. Shook sirisha up. We had to be at gurunath by 8 30. Sli... Landed there at 8 45. The bus started a little past 9. And we got lost ! :) the trip: Finally we reached. And we saw. And we learnt. And we got tired. And we came back. And I crashed and crashed. The biggest thing I learnt today : I can't stay in the industry for two continous hours forget about working there and I call myself a 'mechanical engineer'-to-be. Other stuff I learnt : saw parts on I C engines, saw the CNC machines, awesome coolants, blah blah blah. everything was just

A BUNCH OF girls AND A BOX... AND A LOT MORE

Yes. That's what happened at the Sharav Play . We were a bunch of girls. We had a box to talk about. But before that we had a set to put up, props to carry, lights to operate, sound effects. props to carry : the bench was so heavy, if not for Jhopdi and his vols it would have been impossible. set to put up : the backdrop dropped in the middle of the play. We, the cast, carried pots over. lights to operate : err.. I was part of cast, but the only scene that needed lights was when I was offstage so I handled it. But the spot was so bad that I bulbed and finally it cupped sound effects : we packed it oh yeah ! acting : decently done direction : good crack script : hmmm... should have looked up somthing better Over all comment. We pulled off decently, didn't put place, didn't expect it either. But the biggest issue is that support systems crashed. Just to add. Sharav was leading (and fighting between fist and second positions) in the inter hostel lit-soc events. After yesterda

MY butterfly

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A bunch of Girls and a BOX

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It's just a cardboard box ! A stupid cardboard box ! Then why should it not be moved, titled, opened or shaken ? No, It's only a bloody box. Or is it ? What's in it ?? Come and find out. Sharavathi Hostel presents An adaptation of "A Little Box of Oblivion" 5 pm , IC & SR 7th Oct 2007

Craze for the Crane

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When I was searching for some pics I ran into something and realised that I never blogged about a particular obsession I had and seems that I still do; even though it's not a new craze anymore. This was my craze I knew a friend who could make it. She said she would teach me but she backed out. But I really loved it. So I opened up the paper crane and I learnt it myself. Then it became a craze. I would make them, many of them. I would make more and more; they were never enough. Then it was the size. I wanted to make it smaller and smaller. So small that it was just the size of my thumb.. Hey I found this pic. This guy must be a stud. Oh yes ! Kept it to the last. The pic that got me thinking why I never blogged about it. wonderful pics I say... And I love searching for images.... updates: my new craze : butterfly... chall blog about it soon enough PS: the last two pics courtesy : timeo

You think you are GOOD ENOUGH eh ?

You knew you were never good at it. Put a confident face and pulled it off. Made it through. Then everytime you need to showcase it, you just pray it's decent enough. People never realised it. They looked at you like you were really good. You never tell them how nervous you were. And slowly as days pass by, you build up confidence, not in your work. No, never in your work, you are always nervous about your work. Your work deserves every ounce of your nervousness; it matters to you that it has to perfect. You build up confidence in the people around you. Even the best of the lot say you are good enough. You may never be good at it. But you were good enough. The reason you were good enough was that you were passionate about it. Not it. Only the work. the work took up your time; every single detail, perfect. And then one day, you realise you aren't good enough. You aren't considered good enough. Your work is considered good, but YOU aren't. Irony! Especially by the one who

LM Solo

As I write this.. I dunno the results... I havent heard them all.. But felt like blogging about it... May be instead of blogging here, I should be there listening to them... People come up and sing and you listen and feel at home... and then there are certain people who sing... who make ur stay worthwhile.. who make you feel good for having the sense of hearing.. who make you feel proud to be able to appreciate music... appreciate vocalist skills... and all in all to appreciate the fun of sitting in the audience :) Yes.. I enoyed whatever little I heard in LM Solo this lit soc.. Makes me feel I am surrounded by talented people.. (even though it also gives me an inferiority complex... I used to think I cud sing... I still think I can, except its not worth listening to...)

It raINed bRokEN GlASs

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the sound of glass crashing... amazing... its the perfect sound for breaking... i felt like breaking glasses on and on... singing: sitting here in a boring room just another rainy sunday afternoon i felt like i wanna break it all break every damned glass piece in the hall break them all just break them all I was frustrated because the damned thing wouldn't open up. I kept trying every few seconds, hoping that this time it would. Fearing my deepest fears, that I would be the cause of a funeral. It could be. I could be. I didn't know what to do. I put on full blast music, a song remixed by a DJ friend of mine - a mix of gasolina and we will rock you I danced like I had gone mad. Then went to the hostel gym for the drams practised. No one arrived. I couldn't calm down. So I worked out. I was dripping of sweat, when it was pouring dark and cold outside. Yes I calmed down went back to my room and found out. I was. I vented out every emotion. Nothing left now. Calm and composed,

The travelling flicker of thought

That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to yourself The return to innocence. [Love - Devotion Feeling - Emotion] Love - Devotion Feeling - Emotion Don't be afraid to be weak Don't be too proud to be strong Just look into your heart my friend That will be the return to yourself The return to innocence. If you want, then start to laugh If you must, then start to cry Be yourself don't hide Just believe in destiny. Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and use the chance To return to innocence. That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to yourself The return to innocence. [Don't care what people say Follow just your own way Follow just your own way Don't give up, don't give up To return, to return to innocence.] [If you want then laugh If you must then cry Be yourself don't hide Just believe in destiny.] This song in my ears. The trees and the scenery next to me moving backwards. Sitti

Smiling in the Sky

Came back from class. Its sunny today. Been raining for a few days now. I was glad, missed the sun. One my way to my room, stopped by and picked up my dry clothes and walk in. A window popped up on my screen. "It's raining" I look outside. The view from my window capitavated me. It's the sunshine through the rain. Like crystals in the air. Kept staring out. Another window buzzed. "I want my rainbow. Where's my rainbow" I smiled. Really ? Why is there no rainbow today ? It was so bright and sunny. The colours would fill up the sky. But they didn't. Ah! I felt like a rainbow there. I should launch myself into the sky :)

The Shaastra Hangover

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Shaastra began.. It was the best I've ever known. Or is it just because I was involved enough to know it ? The SOE's worked... we lost count of the hits on the site.. the site itself is down... the no of people pouring in.. at hostels n at shaatra.. all outta track... It bigger than we thought. A brilliant success. I think we can call it that. And about me. I've worked with a team which is full of fun n laughter. 8 people out of which I barely knew 2 and the rest were strangers. And at the end of it, its just 9 people laughing our heads off and trying to get some work done in between. We had faced an auditor who totally blew expectations out of proportion (even though I m lucky enough not to get audited). We managed through it and hence we get to keep the certification. YIPEE! And through all the fun work did get done. There is cutie for you [ jussu missing ] And Shaastra is over. So are those late work n fun nights at dean's office, those sleepy days in ICSR audi, thos

Betty

With time everything seems possible. Everything is tolerable. given enough time you get used to the grossest of stuff. We hated it when we first saw. It was yucky. Eww! We saw it again. Thought so many times about how to send it out. But we cant. So we gave up. Again and again we saw it. We got used to it. We see it now and then. It comes into view, pops its head around and goes. It comes and goes. We see it. It's yucky. But we see it. Now it's called Betty. It's the baby lizard in my neighbour's room [ avoided pic.. its gross]

Coffee in the Rain!

It was a hot afternoon. The sun was scorthing. I needed to get some work done so I began walking and reached my destination at 3. Work in progress. I just happened to look up the sky. It was beautiful. The sun was shining to one side and the other opposite horizon marked a beautiful blue of clouds. Those that bring in the rain and shower upon us the blessings. 'I think it's gonna rain' I remarked. 'Yeah, it might. Do you need an umbrella?', he asked. 'Naah, I'll jus walk back to hostel in a jiffy. You might need it.' 'It's ok. Departmently only na' Soon time was near and we had to leave to hostel/dept. 'Wait! We'll grab a coffee.' 'Make it quick' I ran and got us a cup each and we were off. No sooner had I handed him the cup it started raining. No, lemme rephrase that. It started pouring down. No, I think it was a hail storm. Yes! Little pieces of ice they were, dropping to the ground with force and melting away in fracti

Blog for all it's worth

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Weird feeling! I have neither blogged nor commented on other blogs for a very long time. I have technically disappeared off the face of the blogging community. So today I was checking out stuff on my Google Reader and I realised how much I missed it. So I decided to blog again. But on what? I feel so disconnected I don't even have anything to blog about. So here's just a blog for the sake of blogging. A blog for all it's worth. Yes, a crazy life I do lead. Craving for time all the time and then ultimately when I want to blog I don't find anything to say. What am I doing ? Am I wasting my time on worthless things that I can't even blog about ? Take a stand and look around. Achievements I haven't gotten any to speak of. Time I haven't gotten any to spend with people I want to. Love I can't those who love me. Hate I could never do. Run that is all I do. I run. Away. Away from everything that means to me. How do I do that? Simply by doing something else. Avo

Use IE You Dope !!!

Yeah.. This is the message that you get when you try to access mozilla firefox in the comps at the office of Taramani Guest House. A message pops up with the title of the post as the title and the content is "I dont hate firefox but i like ie" I hope all those who keep exclaiming "You still use IE!" read this. :)

Creatures

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I've jus been bit by an albino mosquito. What does that mean ? I hate hate hate that really huge spider like those in scary movies that i struggled to send out of my room yesterday. There are three kittens in sharav. 2 black with brown streaks and one which is greyish white that i call misty. Misty is hostile. Dunno why. Don care also. mean kitty. but i love the really cute blackish one that comes to me and most times is fascinated by my skirt. And the other blackish one is jus indifferent to us. Dont like it much either. We think it has a prob with its eye.

Continental Connection

I found this funny... It just sounded funny... It reminded me of yesterday when I was watching Chak de India.. and there's this scene where the mizoram n manipuri girls are treated as guests at the registration and she asks how anyone would feel being treated a guest in your homeland....

New Love

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The cutest thing that ever happened to me...

Underground

Minutes are missing... you look at the clock once... then you look again... minutes are skipping... there is no change is position or situation... except for the sun though.. before you know it's hours... knocking in and out of consciousness... hours are skipping... But then you suddenly wake up and realise two days are over... gone... gone forever... and in terms of blog days... I've lost count... Huh...! I'm back... if not for good... I'm still back...!!!

Play Me

Somebody play me And I'll take a back seat and watch the show.

The C factor

Cons • Coffee is a central nervous system stimulator that gives the adrenals a kick and causes production of the stress handling hormone adrenalin and the production of more cortisol resulting in short term benefits of heightened awareness / alertness and more energy, but long term may result in a crash after each consumption to lower levels of energy than previously thereby necessitating another cup and another cup, etc. Thus, it may be addictive and ultimately may result in adrenal exhaustion . • Even though coffee has never been conclusively linked to cancer , it does contain acknowledged carcinogens such as caffeine and other chemicals produced by the high heat of roasting such as creosote, pymdine, tars, and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons. • Caffeine interferes with adenosine, a brain chemical that normally has a calming effect. • Cortisol levels are raised which in turn results in constriction of the blood vessels , harder pumping of the heart and higher blood pressure. (Const

The Play under the Umbrella

Cast: THE ME A stud, with attitude and an image built over the years. A pseude puts blogger, with a pseuder blog. Ever ready to offer kids chocolates, and gals cofee. THE DEVIL A devil in disguise, with a weird blog. Known to bang a lot. THE CRAZYGAL Ah! Well! The best among the lot I must say, witha blog that rocks. I'll run outta adjectives describing this creature, a true case of intelligence incarnated in beauty. Hehehe, sliiii too much wonly... THE IMP A close friend and classmate of the Devil. THE CRASHER A close friend and classmate of the Crazygal *** Prologue The Me writes blogs a lot and replies to all his comments. Happy and peaceful. Enter Devil The Devil introduces herself to the Me through comments and they add each other on gtalk. And through many conversations, the Me concludes that the Devil is a 11th class student in Chennai. The Devil gives in more data about the school and her life and our the Me here invites her to visit the beautiful campus of IIT Madras. Ent

There's a Song I m Listening...

no name for the game i guess.. the title is jus some vague song i like Ah.. Another tag... This time the fairy's been tagged by Sahithi Ramam And here goes: 1. which song is being played in ur mind rite NOW! "Sweet Child of Mine" - GNR no clue why... been singing it all day... 2. one song that describes ur life.... (no self made compositions please!) Pink - "MISSUNDAZTOOD" Christina Aguilera - "Beautiful" Colin Hay - "Overkill" Matchbox20 - "Unwell" Ateens (ABBA)- "Mamma mia" Evanescence - "My Immortal" JLo - "Jenny from the block" Meredith Brooks - "Bitch" Geri Haliwell - "It's Raining Men" Dido - "Sand In My Shoes" Limpbizkit - "Behind Blue Eyes" (except its hazel instead of blue) Marlyn Manson - "Beautiful People" Marlyn Manson - "Sweet Dreams" Huh.. I better stop here... Anyway there are million others and if you piece all of them togth

The 30th of July - 7.30 in the morn

Today is the 30th of July irrespective of what my blog says. And I'm back and I have my first class in less than an hour away. I still have enough time to blog and grab a bit before my class. Anyway my hols (that 1 week) were decently okay. Sadly, I didn't meet my friends due to the lack of time. I spoke to few. Wish I could stay longer but then I wanted to come back hours after I landed there. My body has adjusting-to-weather problems, everywhere. And just before I left for hols I thought I would drop in an article for the Vizag edition of EducationPlus, and The Hindu was nice enough to print it. Here's the article . But if you read my blog often enough to read this post you wouldn't find the article interesting. I can't find a title for this post so I'm jus gonna put the date :) Please wish me luck. I'll need loads of it this sem :(

A month and 3 weeks in IIT

Just before vacation began, all my classmates started looking for interns and projects. I tried a bit too. But I was too exhausted from the sem so I pushed to Banglore. Soon I was bored and my friends were having all the fun here so I landed here and searched for a project... Lemme blog on the lines of vatsap on my one month and 3 weeks. I landed here and got a project. And after a long discussion with Amit I put up my own pic on orkut . I had the excitement of a little kid when I celebrated my blog's 1st birthday . Then I moved into my new room and pained everyone about how much I love it. I joined the CFI team and did no work for a while. I was too bored with life. And then the CFI work began and I got to attend a meeting in the Diro's Board room. Then I celebrated the 50th post on my blog on a less lighter tone. I had watched this wonderful movie and learnt to watch movies alone. I finally named my room and then went about redefining my comp . My campus looked different to m

VCon with Williams

Amrutash: bday gift for you me: eh ? Amrutash: go meet suneeta williams me: the Suneeta WIlliams ?? Amrutash: ! me: what ?? Amrutash: yeah It was a DVC with Sunita Williams who was in Houston. And interacted with major cities in India arranged for in the American Embassy. I was excited when Amrutash first told me about it. But then, it turned out to be a bit silly for us. Considering we were surrounded by school kids. Considering the vcon kept cupping (connected with 256kbps) Considering ppl asked here some vague stuff like if the universe was really full of the sounds of "Om" Considering there was a quiz at the end of the vcon But it was nice Considering I got to see the American Embassy Considering I had 3 free packed juices Considering I checked out the funny loo in the Embassy Considering they did ask things I dint know of like how the spine elongates in zero gravity when your body weight doesnt rest on it. All in all, it was a nice evening, to and fro in CB's c

I am 20

YEAY ! CLAP CLAP CLAP ! It was yesterday, that I turned 20 and I am no longer a teen, not that it matters in anyway to me. I've already refused a million times to grow up. :) The EVE With Dolfy(one of my closest pals in sharav) leaving on the 17th, all my friends in my batch had left. So I was expecting a lonely 18th. I had some shifting to do and by 11.30 in the night I was so tired that I dozed away. Deep in sleep some bells were ringing, like metal hitting on metal. I woke up with a start. It was my cell phone buzzing with the vibrator n the tin can ringtone. DAD! He was the first to call and asked me what plans. I said I'll stay awake another half hour to answer phone calls and then sleep. Next phone call, Haripriya(from my school fictitious sorority sisterhood) and a call waiting from Amrutash(who sometimes mentors me and is responsible for the CFI label in my Gmail, 5th yr Mech-IM)and Mom. Then, Amrutash called up and asked me to come to CCD(the coffee day inside campus a

Bingo!

Well, BINGO stands for Business Incubation of Global Organisation. from the National University of Singapore . They have these international trips and they had come to IIT Madras on the 16th of July to interact with the C-Tides and ASES-India , e-cell of IIT-M. And so they came. In brief: We socialised and got to know each other's names over lunch. Then we moved on to a conference hall where we had an interactive talk by Asst Prof Ashwin Mahalingam. The NUS delegation went on to give presentation abt BINGO, NUS and Singapore in general, followed by Amit's presentation from our side. A little tea break and then we went around the campus for a tour. Social and friendly, they got me talking and we got along well. And before I knew it, it was time to leave. Too short a while to make life long friendship. But the visit was long enough to learn a little more about the world, experience a little more life. People I met: A variety and unity. There were different people from different

Out of the Inbox

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It's been months now since i cleaned up my desktop and rid it of all its icons. So I thought it's time to clean up my Inbox, rather I had nothing better to do. I would also have something to blog about :) I started. Even though I had many filters and labels, I had a thousand odd mails in my Inbox. And I began, creating labels, tagging mails, archiving them. A short process. And shorter than I thought. Within 2 hours I achieved this: Labels figures Labels earlier today : 10 Labels deleted today : 02 Labels created today : 09 Labels (all) : 17 So into the Labels and out of the Inbox Yeay! clap clap clap!

"I am 19"

Yeah, I'm still 19. I will be 20 in a few days. I found this file on my comp today named "I am 19". I opened it to read and realised it was a blog post that I apparently wanted to publish. I couldn't recollect if I did post it. I searched my blog to find out it went unread. I thought it should be read, especially since I was talking about growing up and I sounded like a kid. Come to think of it, prolly on the 2nd bde of my blog I might just think it's too silly and kill it !!! No I wont... I wont I wont I wont.. ( effect = tantrum ) So here's the blog post that never was: Details: Last modified on: Tuesday, August 15, 2006, 2:30:41 PM I am 19…. Hmmm… I jus made a statement today… that I am grown up… “I am 19… almost done with my teenage…” It made me wonder.. did I really grow up…?? I am still a kid… I dunno how to take care of myself… I dunno wat to eat n wat not… wen to sleep… wen to wake up… I dunno so much… n I call myself grown up…?? Nope… definitely not…

The Butterfly effect stays ON....

I woke this morning at a fairly reasonable time and ran a bath and off to breakfast. It had rained last night and the grass was damp. The sun was streaming in through the clouded sky little by little. I was alone and I hate being alone. So I hurried to eat and when I was on my way back I looked out at the garden from the entrance of mess and I remembered a few words. "IITM sure sounds so very photogenic the way you describe it" - Aditya (from the comments section of when I last described my campus.) And I thought to myself. I looked around and started walking along the path with the garden on my either side. Drangonflies kept whizzing some 3 feet over my head. Butterflies flew all around me. And all kinds of butterflies. Colours were splashed all around. The grass was a bright green washed by the night's rain. Drops of water reflecting the sunshine off. Yes! My campus is beautiful. Abundant with life and grace. But I have to run along, project to work, mails to be repli

My Visual DNA !!!

This is somthting i found recently... your VisualDNA The widget is really cool... but somehow like so many other things, it fails for me on my blog... I'm trying.. Lets see if it works out soon... Here is my page update : IT'S WORKING !!! right on top :)

The Butterfly Effect

When I came to my senses this morning, I was flat on my bed, face down. For a second I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. My comp was on and playing music. I remember some vague pictures of "Hustle". I got up, shook my head and checked the time. It was 6 30 in the morn. I had crashed last night at 8 30. With my lenses on I had just flopped on my bed. I had work piled up, that which I wanted to finish at 11 in the night and I had crashed right through, for 10 damn hours ! So I rushed had a bath and was out for breakfast. The second my foot fell next to the grass outside my hostel, the sprinklers came to life. A spray of water hit my foot and I turned to watch a beautiful image. A dozen sprinklers all over the grass on either side of my path. And the rainbows danced above the on the tips of the sprays with my step. A million dragon flies buzzed over my head. SPECTACULAR !!! I danced away in and out and back and forth through the day and at about 1 30 in the aftern

Mission : Makeover

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That was the title of a stupid romance novel (I think n MnB) I read many years ago... anyway the funda is change .. a new start... well.. as usual even my comp have a new face... Cheers to my new skin...!

Della Princess

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(view from my window) Finally... I decided to name my cottage... Princess's Cottage / Cottage of Princess (Italian) >> cottage della principessa (can do without the word 'cottage') >> della principessa (publicising 'life is beautiful' ??) >> della princess So... "Della Princess" Should just make that Princess Drilla ?? (few ppl kno wat i m talkin abt) Hmmm... I'm just gonna stick Della Princess outside my door.

Goodbye Cruel World...

[Goodbye Cruel World] Goodbye, cruel world I'm leaving you today Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, all you people There's nothing you can say To make me change my mind Goodbye - a excerpt from Korn's version of "Another Brick In The Wall" It's over now, I'm cold, alone I'm just a person on my own Nothing means a thing to me Oh, nothing means a thing to me It's not a habit, it's cool I feel alive If you don't have it your on the other side I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie) - a excerpt from K's Choice "Not an Addict" All day staring at the ceiling Making friends with shadows on my wall All night hearing voices telling me That I should get some sleep Because tomorrow might be good for something - a excerpt from Matchbox20 "Unwell" These songs and many more... They may have weird lyrics... But somehow connect... These songs and many more... Take you to a different level and leave you floating there... (pr

Water

Out of the few movies I usually see, I watched this really beautiful movie. Water Its fascinating. The story. The screenplay. The direction. The movie as a whole. Its gripping, right from the start. Realistic and every scene in the movie is so apt. There are a few mistakes in the IMDB site... But basically the movie is about a little girl Churyia (played by Sarala) who becomes a widow without even understanding she is married and is sent to an ashram for widows in Benaras. Deepta Mehta's direction coupled with Rehman's music makes the movie worth watching...

Celebrate the 50th... and Wear Sunscreen

Yeah... most people must have known about it.. that " Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) "... Yet I found it recently... in fact a few minutes ago.. and I want to put down every word of it... How else can I celebrate best my 50th post on this blog... Yes, its a celebration...! Cos life itself is a celebration... Life - it just happens to happen...!!! Here goes: Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97 Wear Sunscreen If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how m

The 8RF Game...

Some crazy game that came along... I've been tagged by vatsap? Here are the rules: 1.Players start with 8 random facts about themselves. 2.Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts. 3.Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged. Eight Random Facts about myself: 1. There's music around me; on my comp or my iPod or my lips or atleast inside my head. Mom says I sometimes sing in my sleep. 2. I eat little and except coffee chocolate and ice cream nothing else means much to me. But i love to cook simple food, esp for my dad. 3. After a terrible struggle for 1st rank in class 6, I din feel very great abt it, so I never topped my class again. 4. When I was a kid I wanted to become a space scientist, so i collected info n paper clips n stuff about astronomy n blah, and wanted to be the first Indian woman to go outta earth. And when Kalpana Chawla did it, i was so pissed off that i tore up all my collection. 5. I was a computer gee

the Niche...

"Here I am - this is me There's no where else on earth I'd rather be" So true... Fully content... I just installed style xp and got some weird theme on my Internet explorer (yes, I still use ie). I have taken to iGoogle with a beach theme (which changes along with my mood swings rather than the time of the day as Google stated). I have a rocket dock hanging over the top of my screen whenever my mouse commands I have the desktop clean n my wallpaper in full view (which tends to change at least twice a day). I have a photographic view of the leaves wet in the rain against the beautiful blue sky captured by my window (the real one) which is adorned by a curtain, frilled up with my lovely bracelet. I finally got a usable table (previously crammed up with the comp), with a clock piece, an Autodesk coffee-mug-turned-pen stand and an Archie's piece, and a monitor to one corner. I have nickelback playing in the background (followed by a long list) I have no classes to

1st Birthday......

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Well guess wat...!! today is the 1st birthday of "Life - it just happens to happen" So sing along everyone.... "Happy birthday to my blog" yeay...!!! clap hope this blog has a blast....!!! PS: we do have some probs with blogger n my blog... diff time zones you see... anyway today is 25th june... n accordingly i celebrate... a few hours ahead of blogger....